'Thoughts!'
Warning: Character Death!
Chapter 14...
5th of July:
It was the day after Harry had fucked two of the Delacour women, and somewhere on the same island in a throne room, a lady was sitting on the room's titular seat, pondering her situation. The woman was known by her followers as Lady Averna. She was once a former High Priestess in the Temple of Circe. The Temple was a somewhat good, chaste even prudish organization, and the six naked men and women surrounding her showed how little she still had in common with her former home. Averna was currently kissing one of the six, a woman, heatedly and exploring said woman with her hands.
Much to the dismay of the Temples' members, most didn't remember who Circe was. Ancient Greek legends and literature portrayed Circe out to be a minor goddess, whose dominion was Magic and Magic Users. She was in fact one of the first and most powerful Hellenistic Mages, as she and others like her were called back then. She had never pretended to be a God like other Mages did - even her own parents pretended to Gods. She was considered only to be extremely powerful sorceress, but later different religious sects devoted to her grew among the magical populace, often making her out to be more than she was.
In her youth she retreated to an isolated island with a few acolytes; men and women both, to unlock the secrets, mysteries, and hopefully one day the source of magic. It was their hope to help others like them, those with powers, to understand what they could do, philosophize as to why they had been gifted and hopefully make sure they didn't use their powers to take advantage of the non-magical population. Historically many had pretended to be some kind of prophet, sometimes even a deity, and when individuals like these arose the Temple would work both covertly and overtly to bring them down.
However, as time went by, more and more Mages began to appear around the world. Like they often had, the more powerful of the Mages masqueraded as Gods while the less powerful ones took on the roles of either protectors or punishers based on their personal temperament. Observing the growing numbers, Circe decided it was time to establish a settlement so that the Mages could have somewhere to live protected from those who hated the "Gods" and those fearful of the Mages power.
It didn't take long long after the first Wizarding Village was created for the the non-magical people to learn about them. Oftentimes this was a good thing. As the non-magical nations would come to them when they needed help, normally when magical monsters attacked a village, town or city, or other tasks difficult to do without magic.
After Circe's village was built, more and more such communities following her example sprung up around the world, and guilds also started to appear. The guilds were created so that Mages could find jobs a lot easier than searching for them, to earn money and work together to train and grow stronger. The guilds were also created to form parties, so that if the Mages were weak or couldn't handle the tasks alone, they could call in their guild members to help them.
In return for her hard work in creating the village, the Mages and even the grateful normal folk built Circe her first 'Temple'. At first it was meant to be like a Magical University of sorts where the truths of certain deep magicks had been researched for millennia, and where a few secrets of the universe could actually be found. Over time many more of these 'Temples' appeared around the country and world.
Like many things, as time went by, stories of Circe lost their basis in reality, and her 'Temples' were lost to time and abandoned. But out of all of these Temples, there was one still standing. One which had once been a place of learning but had now become a sort of a secret society of magic users, ranging in the use of all kinds of magic, magic unknown or were lost through time or were new to the world. This final temple had become a place not only devoted to magical research and study, but also to protect people who could not use it. One could only join through one of two channels; heredity or invitation.
The 'Temple of Circe' was created to protect everyone, even those without the ability to use magic. It was also dedicated to protecting the world from mages who sought to dominate or destroy the world. They wouldn't get involved however unless it was the last resort. Their members, though their numbers never normally exceeded two or three thousand, were exceedingly powerful. Given their strength and the strength of the people they fought against collateral damage was guaranteed to be immense if intervention was necessary.
Averna had come to the island of Lesvos about two years ago. She'd decided to make the journey because she knew that the Veela City and Mermish capital of Atlantis were here, which meant that the ancient and mystical weapons, the Bow of Artemis and the Trident of Poseidon, were likely hidden in the Colonies. Even if they weren't, the ruling figures should know where they were.
The Artemis's Bow was believed to be hidden somewhere in the Veela Colony, and it was made by Artemis herself, who in reality was a powerful Veela. In her time, she was a protector of young girls and women from men who wanted to use them as sexual playthings. She created the bow to help her in her quest. The bow was said to have a myriad of semi-divine powers. Allegedly it never ran out of arrows, improved the accuracy of the wielder, could and had different magical properties depending what the wielder needed the arrows for. It's creator had laid scores of lesser enchantments on it, but intense misfortune had always befallen any who tried to use it without either inheriting it or received it as a gift from it's rightful owner. It was said that Artemis gave the bow to the Veela Elders before disappearing, never to be seen again. She had entrusted them with it so should they ever need a new protector from mankind, they would have a tool powerful enough to make their duty possible. The Veela had failed to live up to her lofty expectations however, and had used the bow more often in their wars with the Mermaids than for any other lofty and noble purpose.
Poseidon's Trident was believed hidden somewhere in the Atlantean dominion, which once been a fief of Poseidon. Like Artemis, he was believed to be a god. He had actually been a Warlock, and a powerful Water Elementalist at that. Poseidon had lived in Atlantis before it was destroyed and loved the sea and protected it with all his might. Because of this he became know as God of the Sea. To help him it was said he created two powerful things. The first was his Trident; a very powerful magical foci that also enhanced his elemental powers, and the second were the Mermaids; a race he created out of his human followers to help him protect the waters. It was said he was the first to undergo the transformation and become a Mermaid. Averna was after the Trident, because not only would it make a Water Elementalist more powerful and give the wielder control of the seas, but it was said to have been the key to the powerful ritual to make Mermaids from living men. Averna thought this could be very useful, as Mermaids had the power of alluring voice, amongst other unique powers. If she had her own personal army of them, wars could be won with much less effort on her part.
Many would wonder why a High Priestess of the Temple of Circe would seek out items such as these. It was not to find them and take them back to the Temple for protection, and it was not to protect the two colonies from utterly destroying each other. Averna had a much more sinister objective in mind. She wanted these powerful artifacts to help her to destroy the Temple. The Dark Priestess wanted to exact her vengeance upon them for their betrayal.
She, along with a handful of other High Priests and Priestesses, were in the running to become the new Head Priest or Priestess of the order - to lead the Temple when their old Head Priest retired. They would lead hundreds of Priests and Priestesses of different specialties and skills. One group was the Battle Priests and Priestesses; the branch that defended the island and nearby nations from power-hungry witches and wizards, but they would sometime be called out to deal with those who were a threat to the world and mankind - they were even keeping an eye on Voldemort. He was a great threat, but because he was staying in England at the moment they let him be for now. Another was the Field Priests and Priestesses; whose job was similar to the Obliviators of Britain, forcing amnesia and binding the magic of discovered threats to the temple. The final main group was the Researchers, who researched magic and worked tirelessly to archive all methods of magic the world over.
Averna herself was a Battle Priestesses. When she was in her teens she had studied to become a Field Priestesses, but soon found it tiresome, and sought to use her own gifts fully. She was a natural born Fire Elementalist, and she was not only quite skilled at not only that, but had augmented her carburant abilities with aqueous ones, which she had acquired by means of an experimental ritual she had volunteered to test for the Researchers. Averna had also mastered the ability to enthrall someone against their will; though this took quite a deal of effort on her part and would often leave her incapacitated for days after, if her target was powerful magically. It also ran the risk of her being overpowered and made a vassal of the one she had sought to enslave, if he or she was a mage of strength and mental fortitude greater than her own. When successful it would also leave her victim completely devoid of personality, making it difficult to keep their status hidden from others. It was much safer easier for her to layer simple commands deep within someone's psyche, causing them to change more naturally over time, though these could be located and removed with a careful enough magical scan. Like Circe herself Averna could also communicate with and command loyalty from most mundane beasts and some magical ones.
Her raw power and elemental proficiency was the reason why she was a candidate for the role of Head Priestess. She was in fact one of the forerunners, though most frowned upon that fact because she was so young; the youngest in centuries in fact, if she were to gain the position. Those same people couldn't deny her skill though, the thirty-year-old woman was immensely skilled with magic, and had worked tirelessly to become one of the most knowledgeable people in the Temple.
Like many other secret organizations, there were many plots and much backstabbing in the upper echelons of power, all of which Averna was able to handle. That had been true until the last scheme, almost three years ago. The High Priests and Priestesses in the running, wary of her strength and cunning, caught her off guard and managed to perform a ritual to block her powers.
The theory was sound, but fortunately for Averna and unfortunately for the other islanders the young Researcher who had translated the ritual had in fact misunderstood what the ritual could do. Yes it did block her powers, but only by half, and it also twisted the personality of the person it was used on. The alignment of the victim of the ritual was completely reversed. A hero would become a cruel monster, and an unfeeling psychopath would become a well-cultured saint. This ritual was only used on those who were totally evil, who had the potential and will to destroy humanity or the world, but whose abilities could be used for the betterment of mankind. The ritual was permanent, there was no way to undo it and turn the person back to normal. So when the other the High Priests and Priestesses used the ritual on Averna, they unknowingly created a new evil that they stunned and banished her from the Temple.
It wasn't the first time the Temple had created a monster, and they had a shockingly detailed plan for dealing with them that basically amounted to tossing them into something that was expected to kill them. One could easily liken their actions to a villain's trap from a James Bond movie.
Little did they knew that she escaped their death trap and would live on to become the first Dark High Priestess in centuries, and that she would be looking for powerful lost artifacts to use against and remake the Temple of Circe in her image. During her time in exile she would slowly gain power to replace what she lost before she found herself on the island of Lesvos where she would be looking for two powerful she had learned of in the Temple.
Averna pulled away from the girl she was fondling, a cute little redhead teenager with breasts about the size of her own head, an amused grin forming on her lips as the girl whined with need and tried to push forward to kiss more.
The teen reached down to quickly unzip her outfit to completely reveal herself to her Mistress when a man entered wearing wearing a vaguely militaristic looking outfit consisting of black cloth pants under a white button up long coat. The coat looked to be made of a strong cloth. Their backs were mostly covered by a royal blue cape. The cape's centre was covered with the symbol of the Dark Priestess, a Dark Phoenix - Averna's mark, it represented her desire to plunge the land into flame and purge the unworthy before rebuilding it stronger than before.
"You better have a damn good reason for interrupting me." Averna said lowly, the torches in the chamber hissing as they burned brighter. She didn't like being interrupted when she was having private time.
"For-forgive me, Mistress..." The man said, he didn't like to be the one to be punished for delivering a message, the word don't shoot the messenger seemed right here. "But I've got a message from Queen Ursula."
"What does the sea bitch want?" Averna demanded.
Averna had met Ursula two years ago when she came to Lesvos to build up her base of power. Ursula was the sister of the monarch, King Triton the ruler of the main Mermaids and the nearby city of Atlantis, and the heir apparent had been his youngest daughter, Princess Ariel. Even though Ariel had older sisters that would normally be before her in the line of succession, for millennia the merfolk had found their heirs amongst the royal family through a spell known as the Ritual of Succession. When she turned thirteen, Magic had decided that Princess Ariel would become the next Queen.
Ursula didn't like this. Twice now she had had her claim for the throne usurped, first by her younger brother Triton then that teenage twat Ariel. Before he had been born, she was in line to become Queen of her people, and that's all she had ever wanted out of life for as long as she could remember. Ursula had been silently resentful of her lot but had never planned to do anything about it.
But when Ursula sensed a new Dark power on the island of Lesvos, she decided this could be a good time to stage her coup. Ursula approached Averna and offered her a deal. If Averna helped Ursula become Queen, Ursula would pledge fealty to Averna and help her find the Poseidon's Trident. Averna also demanded one of King Triton's daughters to use as she wanted. Royal Blood was powerful in ritual magic, and Averna planned to eventually use her as a catalyst to strengthen her own powers. In the meantime though, with a little magical 'encouragement' she'd be fun to play with.
Ursula quickly and happily agreed to Avernas demands.
None of the conditions broke the deal for her, and as long as she could keep Princess Ariel, the rightful queen, she would have power over the underwater kingdom that she'd long yearned for.
The only way for her to control the kingdom was to control Princess Ariel. It was also likely Princess Ariel had information as to where the Trident might be. It was said that the rightful King or Queen would instinctively know where the Trident was located. It was of no consequence to Averna which daughter she got so she consented to Ursula's requests.
In the two years since they had made their arrangement Averna had managed to arrange the 'accident' that had killed King Triton and make Ursula Queen. In return Averna had gotten Alana, Triton's sixth teenage redheaded daughter. Although she had a lot of fun with Alana over the years, she didn't get what she really wanted from Ursula; Poseidon's Trident.
It seems that either Ariel didn't know where the Trident was, or she had more willpower than either conspirator had expected. To Averna's immense frustration the little mermaid hadn't said anything. Seemingly only to add to her headache, Ursula had often come to her seeking aid for her many problems. She seemed incapable of handling the problems herself, if she didn't command the loyalty of the merfolk, Averna would have eliminated her long ago. It was becoming more of an annoyance than she'd expected, and she'd made no progress towards her main goal. At least over the years she was able to secretly enslaved and turn a few mermaids to her side so she would have some well placed followers on her side should she need to take over Atlantis herself.
"Queen Ursula wanted to inform you, Mistress, that Princess Ariel and her sisters tried to escape last night. While she was able to recapture all of her sisters, Princess Ariel w-was able to es-es-escape..." Her guard said fearfully, worried about how his Mistress would react to the news.
Rightly so, apparently, as the former High Priestess Averna shouted angrily and the torches flared violently,
"WHAT!?" She couldn't believe it, the stupid sea bitch let the only person knew where the Poseidon's Trident could be escape. "Send out the guards and find her!" Averna ordered as the flames from the torches flew about and circle around her, "I want her found and soon or heads will begin to roll."
"Y-Yes Mistress!" The guard stuttered, only to remain frozen in place.
"Did I stutter, or is there something else you want to inform me?" Averna hissed.
"Y-Yes Mistress there i-is." The guard cleared his throat and breathed a sigh of relief, as the bit of news he was about to give was much better. "I've gotten reports that two of the Delacour woman have been sighted near a nearby nude beach. It is believed to be Apolline and her daughter Gabrielle."
"Hmm, that is good news..." Averna hummed happily, and the guard was highly relieved to see the flames began to stop circling around her and die away, the torches returning to normal. Averna's hands also went back to their previous task of unzipping the redheads top. "I was wondering if she was ever going to come out of her little nest. Have our informants within the Colony contacted us yet? Do they know if the Delacour's were going to leave the Colony again? I hated that we missed our chance to pick up Apolline yesterday." She commented. It really was out of their control though, unforeseen events had cropped up and she couldn't blame her servants for failing to do as she ordered in that instance.
"First and foremost our informant sends his apologies Mistress, he didn't know that they had left until they returned," The guard explained, keeping his eyes firmly on his Mistress despite the debauchery the woman was beginning to lay upon, that he recognized as the former Mermish princess, Alana. "But he would like to inform you that when they returned, Apolline and her daughter looked flushed for some reason and spent the rest of the day with the Elders."
"Hmm, that is interesting..." Averna hummed in interest, "I believe that Apolline's daughter Gabrielle has been giving her problems as of late?"
"Yes." The guard confirmed as Alana squirmed and whined at the teasing. "Rumour has it Gabrielle has made no attempt to restrain herself, and has begun embracing her more carnal nature. I'm fairly certain it's true; she has been seen going after the English hero the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter."
"My, my, that is interesting!" Averna purred with delight at both the wonderful news and her pet's adorable reactions to her touch. "Has Gabrielle decided upon who her Master will be, or is she selecting a different person each day to fulfil the role?" The Lady asked thoughtfully, a plan forming.
"All reports indicate she is completely set on Harry Potter." The guard answered.
She grinned, "Then I believe we can use this. I might be able to gain her allegiance if I agree to help her get this boy as her Master. It would also be very useful if we could persuade the Boy-Who-Lived to join our ranks too. Admittedly that might be a bit difficult; not only is he in England, but the fool Dumbledore has already sunk his claws into the boy, if I know that control freak like I do... tell our people to start researching everything they can about the boy, I want everything you can find about him."
"Yes Mistress!" The guard said happily, his Mistress was happy again and that meant his life was no longer in danger - at least for now. It seemed that he was always sent to the Mistress to give her the bad news. It was only by pure luck that kept him alive each time, normally because he had good news or because she was too angry to kill him.
"Does our contact know if the Delacour's are going to leave the Colony again anytime soon?" Averna asked as her hands drifted lower on the royal daughter's body. Her soldier swallowed. What he wouldn't give to join the two women in their play...
"Yes Mistress, this afternoon they plan to go back. A family outing for the Delacour's to the Camp. It is believed that Apolline tried to change the outing's location, but didn't want to say why specifically, citing an inability to keep her daughter under control and that it would be a risk to allow her near men."
"I bet..." Averna said with a smirk, if the events of yesterday had played out how she suspected they did, Apolline wouldn't want her daughter to be anywhere near the Camp, just in case they ran into the same person they did into yesterday.
"While changing the location on such short notice wasn't possible, the Colony did agree to allow them access to five guards." The guard was interrupted by Alana's blissful moaning. He shifted his feet and flexed various muscles, trying to direct blood away from his hardening dick as Averna's fingers found their destination in the girls eager pussy. "Word has spread the Merpeople are on the move as well, and the Queen and the Elders are worried about their people being outside the Colony at this time without protection."
Avern's lips quirked in a smug smirk, "At least the sea bitch is good for something." Ursula was able to keep the Veela distracted with Mermish troop movements so they didn't have a chance to discover her and what she was planning. "Our people are to capture Apolline and kill the guards. The rest can live or die but if possible I would like them to capture young Gabrielle. If that isn't an option I will not be angered, but tell them of my preference for capture over slaughter. Apolline must not be killed. If the rumours of her being the half sister to the Veela Queen are true, Apolline could the key to find Artemis' Bow. Expect eternal suffering for the individual that kills her."
"Y-Yes Mistress!" The guard saluted stiffly, right back to being terrified for his life. Before he left to carry his Mistress's orders, he asked, "Is there anything else you need Mistress?"
Averna thought about it for a moment, before answering, "Yes there is, have you found the dark entity that I sensed few weeks ago?" About two weeks ago, she sensed a faint signature of dark magic on the island. As was standard procedure for such finds, she sent her servants to find it, to no avail so far. Yet she sensed it every so often, so she knew it was still on the island somewhere. She could sense it had vast potential, and she wished to recruit whoever the source of her power was - she had a penchant for coercing others like her into joining her in a subservient role. She hoped that it was a dark wizard or witch, preferably a witch, as she wanted another new pet if possible. Wizards of considerable power were so tricky to properly enslave.
"I'm sorry to inform you, Mistress, that we haven't found anything as of yet."
"Keep searching, I know whatever it is is still on this island somewhere and I want it." Averna informed her servant sharply. "For now I want Apolline, so leave and don't return until you've obtained her. Spread the word that I do not wished to be disturbed for the rest of the day."
"Yes Mistress!" He cried, turning quickly in his heel and his Mistress ripped the clothes right off of the girls body.
o0OoO0o
In the late afternoon the Delacour family took a walk around the borders of the Nymphs' Nudist Camp. Sebastian Delacour was thinking about what his wife had confessed to him before leaving the Colony. Apolline didn't give him the full story, but from what she did say his youngest daughter had yet again used her powers on a man, the same man, to force him to control her. That was bad enough, but not only that, Sebastian had pressed and gotten his wife to admit that the man had also taken liberties with her too. Sebastian knew he wasn't the only man to lay with his wife since their marriage, but found some comfort in knowing his wife told him about all of these events. For years he had tried to keep his wife interested by swinging, occasionally with a discreet magical couple and occasionally with Muggle off the street that had caught her eye. He had long known he wasn't enough to truly scratch her itch alone, and tried to compensate for that fact by his lenient open marriage.
He considered himself remarkably forgiving, but he did have limit to his tolerance. Intercourse with a boy not even thirteen, and a threesome with her daughter - involving their daughter in her actions at all, really - and enjoying the child's performance had angered him. That event was out of his comfort zone, and his fatherly and husbandly instincts had begun to take over. 'How could any man be comfortable with his seven-year-old-daughter seeking to bind herself into sexual slavery?' he asked himself. He'd begun to wonder if he'd bitten off more than he could chew when he married a Veela.
He could see how the experience had affected his daughter already. Even his own willful ignorance wasn't enough to keep him from seeing how powerful his little girl's base desires had become since she first met the lad a year ago. She wished to be controlled, used and abused, and wasn't shy about admitting this. She felt it was natural and normal. Relationships, especially of a sexual nature, were something any father dreaded for their children. Appoline had warned him what their girls might be like when Fleur was born, and there were no words for his relief when she turned out level headed and responsible - and not taking after her ancestors to be used like a sex object. It was a shame that it just wasn't to be for Gabrielle, now that his youngest was budding sexuality, he was both grateful that he hadn't had to deal with this with Fleur, and lamentations of how Gabrielle had not been more like her sister.
This was why his wife wanted to come to the main Veela Colony. It was the largest in the world, where the Elders and the Queen - Apolline's half sister - lived, and Apolline thought the Elders could help Gabrielle change her mind about the life she wanted and was actively searching for at her young age. Sebastian was of two minds about the Elders effectively brainwashing his daughter away from her chosen path in life, but he felt almost anything was an improvement over the alternative. Unfortunately it didn't appear to have been working in the slightest.
Considering what had already happened with his wife and child's last sojourn to the beach, he would almost canceled the outing entirely. However given his conscience was already burdened with the attempts at 'restructuring' his daughters psyche and outlook on life, he couldn't bring himself to keep Gabrielle a prisoner in the colony as well. He and his wife had sat down with the Queen and the Queen had agreed to give her sister five of her personal guards to make sure nothing happened. Sebastian had gotten the feeling that there was another reason for the soldiers. The Queen's offer to deploy her guards was oddly gracious, and he suspected it had to do with the long-standing friction against the Merpeople. He didn't know why they hated each other, only that the situation had been as it was for centuries, and it was not unlikely that his sister-in-law wanted an excuse to get a few of her soldiers outside the colony. Whatever her ulterior motives may be, Sebastien was glad for the extra hands to keep an eye on his daughter.
Either way, Apolline was able to persuade them to visit the Temple of Aphrodite, and that's where they were now heading. However, as they approached the temple, two men and one woman appeared. The group made a beeline for the Delacour's' party, and Sebastien directed his women to stand behind him.
The men were wearing a vaguely militaristic looking outfit. The white coats were made of a material he was unfamiliar with, but if he was more familiar with Muggle technology might have recognized as Kevlar. Their backs were mostly covered by a royal blue cape and the cape's centre was covered with the shadowy figure of a black phoenix. One of the men had a small sword by his side. The woman was wearing a mostly black outfit made of leather. It hugged her form tightly, but didn't seem to inhibit her movement in the slightest. She had three knives strapped to the outside of her left thigh in a position that would be easy to reach. Her right shoulder had a thicker protective pauldron, studded with gleaming brass beads that stood out from the black leather that composed most of her armour. Her chest piece was pure white, and was dominated by the same symbol on the other soldier's backs. Over her back was a flowing cape of the same royal blue colour. To Sebastian she looked like and felt like a Veela, but he could also sense something off about her, though he couldn't quite pinpoint what.
As they appeared the Veela Royal Guardswomen slipped into a loose diamond formation around the Delacours.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Sebastian demanded, taking the lead. Though he was slightly nervous at the sight of three soldiers of unknown motives or origin, his fear was carefully hidden beneath a mask of bravery.
"Who we are and what we want is no concern of yours." The foremost female, responded. Sebastian assumed was the leader of the group. "You'll be dead soon enough, and answers mean little to corpses."
Before Sebastian could say anything the stranger swiftly closed the distance between the two of them, dropped into a fighting stance, and knocked the air out of him with a strong body shot.
Sebastian's eyes widened as he felt the impact inject a large quantity of magic into his chest, he now knew what was different about this Veela; the way she used her magic. The magic had a certain... quality to it that just screamed of flame, and brought a scent of smoke to his nose where none should exist. Before he could regain his breath, utter a word, or react in any way, she gracefully spun around and delivered a powerful roundhouse kick with her rear leg. The impact sent him flying, and Sebastian could tell that the amount of magic in his chest was even higher than before.
Three of the five guards warily surrounded Sebastian as he tried to get up before the strange woman snapped her fingers with a dramatic flair and a laugh. Her cape was flung to the side with the motion, and as Sebastian's chest exploded violently it fluttered in the wind.
"Papa no!" Fleur cried out as Appoline dropped to her knees, face twisted in a desperate, wordless cry showing her anguish, helplessness, and desperation. The newly-widowed mother screamed, repeatedly, at the top of her lungs, while her oldest pulled her youngest close, Gabrielle fearfully burying her head into her older sister's chest, unable to look at the show.
The guards were brought out of their shell shocked state only when they felt burning heat scorch their backs, and an immense kinetic force throw them forward and resonate within their chests. Lungs ruptured, organs failed and bones shattered as the explosion ripped through them tsunami does a beachhead.
While two guards were immediately killed by the explosive end of Sebastian, one guard ripped her, thankfully, intact wand from his robes.
"Bombar-" The guard began before an extremely thin whip of water sliced cleanly through both her wand and head. If one followed the liquid whip out of the puddle of crimson blood that was slowly soaking into the sand they would find it controlled by the man immediately to the right of the Veela assailant.
The two remaining guards shielded the daughters from a spear of flame as Fleur, still in shock, prepared to Apparate herself and Gabrielle out of the area. She hoped her mother would come to her senses, she would have to handle herself.
However before Fleur could make her escape, another thin whip of vibrant blue water flew out of thin air and cut deeply into Fleur's abdomen, nearly severing her spine. It was unlikely that she would arrive where she wanted. Last-second distractions while Apparating, like almost being cut in half, could make ones focus on the intended destination falter, and with no focus to the spell she would likely splinch herself and her sister fatally. Thankfully for the late Sebastian's eldest, Gabrielle had also been thinking of a certain someone and wishing to be in his presence. Fleur was injured, so Gabrielle's determination was stronger. Fleur provided the magic, and her side-along Apparition passengers provided the location. The Apparition completed with an off-sounding pop.
Apolline felt a prick in her neck, and then felt woozy as another women shed her invisibility cloak to grab her as she fell. Blackness encroached on Apolline's vision as she fell into the waiting arms of the witch, but she was able to catch a glimpse of an empty needle lying on the ground.
The two remaining guards spun back to back in panic, not knowing if any more enemies were left beneath invisibility cloaks. They were barely out of their training, they weren't nearly good enough to stand up to this powerful, and more importantly, prepared, hit squad and they knew it. One shielded themselves in a cone around the other to buy time and call for reinforcements, but luck was not on their side. The witch who had started the fight seemed to be nearing completion of a long chant that she had been doing since that kick. They only caught the tail-end of it, but that alone was enough to make their stomachs drop.
"Dark forces above... Lend me thy strength... Take my enemies as thy payment... Descendens Inferus!"
The ever professional guards were at a loss for words and the molten ball of flame rapidly descended from the skies. Unable to complete the Patronus Charm to send off a message, they could only sit there helplessly as their world exploded into a sea of heat and death.
The remaining soldiers removed their invisibility cloaks and covered any personally identifying evidence from the scene. The final attack would most certainly draw attention, so there was no time to look for the girls. Everything of importance cleared, the troops beat a hasty retreat back to their base.
It wouldn't do to keep the Dark Priestess waiting.
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Gabrielle found herself within a strange hut, and not the Veela Colony she expected her sister to take them to. She looked down to see if her sister was fine, only to see she was bleeding badly and was unconscious. Knowing that she needed to find help, she began to look for someone. That's when she heard someone shouting out in the next room, "Ahh, yes! Fuck me Master!"
What she got to the doorway, what she saw shocked her. Her future Master was pounding a unknown female that looked to be about his age from behind. She noticed right away she had been seen, as Master's eyes literally flashed angrily at her presence. She vaguely remembered her Master warning her not to come near him again or she would regret it. Though she had been disappointed, his commands, her dying sister, her dead father, and now missing mother all moved to the back of her mind as she flew into a jealous frenzy, bum rushing the evil bitch who presumed to force herself on her beloved.
She cried out "You whore! How DARE you have sex with my Master!" as her tiny fists beat desperately against the girl who presumed to be with her love. The terror of the situation she had just fled hadn't disappeared from her mind, and she released her frustration on the bitch who was now grabbing Gabrielle's fists and staring at her in confusion. She opened her mouth to say more, but the back of Harry's hand impacted her cheek with enough force to stagger her.
"What the fuck are you doing here, you stupid little cunt?" Harry asked icily, eyes narrowed, not noticing the blood covering the girl's arm and part of her shirt. "Didn't I tell you what would happen if I saw you again?"
TO BE CONTINUED!
Authors Note:Here ends another chapter of Vulcan, I would like to thank you for reading and I hope that you keep on reading and enjoying the story as much as I enjoy writing this. If you did or did not, I hope that you'll spare a few more minutes and review, as I would like to hear what you think of the story so far and any ideas you might have.
I realize this chapter isn't as long as my usual releases, but I wanted to introduce the Dark High Priestess Averna into this chapter. Before you say anything bad about this OC, be aware I do have plenty of ideas where she'll be useful for Harry, so she's not going anywhere. Please reserve judgement until you get to see more of her, since what's here doesn't really give you all a good picture of her actual personality, just backstory. THAT I would like to get your opinion on.
I would like to thank Kishinokurobi from for writing the fight scene at the end of the chapter, I asked for his help as I'm not good at writing fight scenes and I need as much help as I can get for writing them. So thank you Kishinokurobi.
Poll: I have question for you all,: In the last version of Vulcan, some of you might remember that I had begun to introduce parts of the anime Fairy Tail into the story, so that later on I could add them into the story. One of the main reasons that I did so, was that I could show other kinds of magic in the story.
As I wanted to add more than the normal magic within the Harry Potter books, I've already planned to add Charmed into the mix so that Harry could have the sisters by his side. And I was thinking a few other crossovers into the story, and I was wondering should I add Fairy Tail into this version of the story? Fair warning, should I add it, it'll be a darker more mature version of Fairy Tail into this story. (On a side note I hope the answer is yes, seeing that I have got a few ideas for it, but I DO listen to my readers when I ask them something like this! So it'll be up to you as to what happens.)
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